Setting the Table
Linger longer, talk more, eat with all your senses.
" Feeding people graciously and lovingly is one of life's simplest pleasures. A most basic way of making life better for someone, at least for a while."
-Anna Thomas from The Vegetarian Epicure.
Gathering around the table for food and conversation is the one thing that is getting me through this dark month of January. Not a large group of people, yet every week I invite a close friend to join me at the kitchen table, to share in the important ritual of dinner. It gives me a chance to plan a menu, to cook, to set the table with placemats, cloth napkins, and candles, and to look forward to the hour when the sky darkens in the evening.
The very definition of comfort food varies for each of us, and for me, it is something that combines vegetables with a creamy cheese sauce. This winter, I signed up for a CSA share from Clearbrook Farm, riding my bike to the pickup location nearby, and walking home balancing a heavy bag on the seat. I anticipated squash, potatoes, onion, and garlic, yet delighted with the occasional bag of sweet spinach, arugula, and lettuce (all greenhouse-grown). My appreciation is akin to that first salad of the season, yet better because it is so fleeting. In spring, I know there is more to follow, yet this time of year, I am beholden to the limited quantities growing under hoop houses.
Setting the table is an act of gratitude, a nod to the fullness of our senses that comes from eating. Choosing cloth napkins, paired with brightly colored placemats, lighting beeswax candles and adding a sprig of parsley as garnish to the plate all give the message of care and attention.
Growing up, this was the way we often ate. The family around the table in the dining room, plates warmed before we brought food in from the kitchen. It may sound elegant, yet really, it was a way to slow down and be together. Sure, it was not always convivial, yet it was an opportunity to share something and to leave the table feeling full and with a sense of connection.
Preparing nutritious meals is always important but where the magic happens, are in the conversations. My mother did her best to have us linger at the table and she did this through dessert; apple crisp, chocolate pudding, and sometimes simply ice cream while I did my best to provide healthy desserts for my children; Indian pudding, pumpkin pie, and lemon souffle.
At the table, we enter a space and time completely differently; we are present, and our senses open to far more than just the food we are tasting. Making the ritual of setting the table part of a daily routine brings about small, yet powerful changes in how we nourish ourselves and those we love.